Flaneur

The Bridge and the tree-lined ridge

He knew that he was nearly home when he crossed the bridge that led to what had once been his family’s land, until the Steward took it. And when he climbed the hill that, on old maps, was marked by his great-great-grandfather’s name and which new maps showed with the Steward’s name. And when he walked through the trees on the ridge where the Steward’s body lay hidden.